The 8 best-dressed men of the week

Bar of the week: Clean Air Bar with Ketel One vodka

Every week, we scour the city to find the best bars our capital has to offer. Whether you're a cocktail kind of guy, or a man who enjoys a decent draft beer, there's a GQ-worthy drinking spot to suit every taste.

The 8 best-dressed men of the week

Bar of the week: Clean Air Bar with Ketel One vodka

Every week, we scour the city to find the best bars our capital has to offer. Whether you're a cocktail kind of guy, or a man who enjoys a decent draft beer, there's a GQ-worthy drinking spot to suit every taste.

As an escort I receive a lot of phone calls each day. Some are from time wasters (you can often tell which these are as they ask the most questions). Others are more straight forward, to arrange appointments, but the calls I look forward to most are those that offer something special. I enjoy travel and was asked to join a client on a visit to a Parisian swingers’ club for an orgy.

I have been asked many times to make up a pretend couple to allow a man entry to UK swingers’ clubs on couples’ nights to join an orgy. I try to price myself out of these encounters, as I know that I will have to work harder than normal and I will have had no chance to ask even the most basic questions of the men that I will meet. On this occasion, however, I was intrigued by the offer as I had heard that the French clubs could be something special. I understood that any comparison of the English clubs with the French ones at their best was like trying to compare champagne to a pint of bitter. The client Tom suggested that we meet for a drink to discuss arrangements. He was willing to pay for my time and we met in a country pub. You may think that as an escort I am a natural extrovert. However, underneath I am naturally shy, so I work at trying to fulfil some of the client’s stereotypical expectations. I arrived at the pub to ensure his interest, in a short black skirt, which just hid my stocking tops.

I wore heels and a tight, white figure hugging top that showed the shape of my breasts and nipples. I entered the pub and a tall man ages around 40 walked up to greet me. Tom was almost handsome but it was his description of Les Chandelles in Paris which kept my attention. It had a classy restaurant and a separate large room surrounded by open booths where couples could swing in luxury surroundings. He was a businessman who had travelled widely and had chosen me from the web to join him on his first visit to Les Chandelles. Tom felt that his choice of partner was very important to ensure that he would not be turned away at the door. I talked about myself, my PhD studies and some of my experiences. We seemed to be compatible and so we made arrangements to meet in Paris at a hotel he knew. The business was concluded and he walked me back to my car. He opened the door to my convertible and I climbed in, ensuring that he could see my stocking tops. As I sat down he moved his hand gently up my legs, which I parted to allow him easier access. He said that he could not wait to see everything next time. I drove away feeling that I had concluded a satisfactory deal but I was also very excited about the prospect.

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I have been to Paris for business on several occasions previously, but this appointment would be different. Two weeks later I flew into Paris. It was early evening when I arrived. Tom had called me to give me his room number and I met him ready to dress for the occasion. I had brought a little black dress/ As I undressed to put it on, I felt Tom’s hand on the small of my back. He suggested that it would be a good idea to break the sexual ice. I knew I was probably going to get fucked enough that evening, so I decided to give him a blowjob. I turned around and he gave me a long kiss while his hands ran over my bum. I fell to my knees in front of his and took his cock out. As I wanted him to see how good I was I gave him a deep throat experience. I try not to let clients come in my mouth as as he was about to erupt I pointed his cock at my breasts.

We took a taxi to the club. Tom had booked a table for dinner at 10pm. The taxi had taken us to the end of an uninteresting road. It was dark and we arrived at an ordinary-looking door set in a porch with a camera pointing at those who wanted to enter. In front of us there was an elderly man with a very young female companion. After they rang the bell a man opened the door saying that it was by invitation only and they could not come in. The old man argued and pleaded but the unlikely couple were turned away and left disappointed. It was our turn to ring the bell. I was sure that Tom would not have a problem with me on his arm. My companion, who could speak fluent French, explained that we had reserved a table for dinner. We were allowed in and we checked out coats and my handbag. We went into the restaurant and had a civilised meal. I was very impressed with the surroundings, but, to be honest, I could not tell you what I was eating as I was concentrating on who else was there. The couples who sat at separate tables were all attractive and sophisticated – the doorman had done his job. I Felt more comfortable now that I had seen potential people my client expected me to swing with.

After dinner we walked downstairs to a semi-dark room around which were open booths available for guests to enjoy each other. As my eyes became used to the dark I could see that some people were having sex. My partner was eager to join in some action and before long we approached a French couple. She was slim and blonde and stripped down to her underwear, and Tom seemed drawn to her. Tom introduced me to her partner as an exchange. He was dark-haired, naked and, thankfully, well built. We undressed; I left on my stockings and suspenders and joined them. I did what was expected, making myself readily available to the Frenchman so that he would release his partner to Tom. Small talk about his job or a French car maker was soon forgotten. As his hands ran over my breasts as he kissed me. Tom left for another area with his blonde while I sat astride this new friend riding his ample cock. I was enjoying him and soon he came. We talked and swapped stories, which made him excited again and he said he would fetch another condom. I did not want him to leave me at that moment so decided to give him oral without. Against my normal practice I soon had him spurting semen into my mouth. As I licked my lips I noticed that we had acquired an audience of voyeurs. I decided that it was time to find Tom.

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When I found him he seemed to be happy with his blonde partner, so I left him and lay down to relax. Eventually, I was approached by two women who joined me. Both French, they began caressing and kissing me. I could not speak French so I could not understand what they were saying to me, nor could I tell them that I was not bisexual. However, I am not sure if it was the wine or the environment but I felt relaxed enough to let them enjoy my body. As one kissed me I felt my clit being flicked by the thumb of the other woman as she pushed her fingers inside me. As I enjoyed this we were approached by a tall eastern European-looking man and his partner.

She was petite and I recognised them from the audience. He stroked my face and kissed me while the two women kept caressing me. His partner took over, putting her arms around me while she started kissing me. I felt the man playing with me and then the girl repositioned herself over my face, expecting oral sex. My first thoughts were how did she managed to have such a small bum and how had I found myself in this position? Despite this, I did what was expected and licked her pussy. The noises she was making told me that I was doing it well. Then I felt her companion trying to enter me. He pushed his cock hard into me and I just hoped he had a condom on as I could not see, speak or move as the other two women were still holding my arms. The stimulation and my complete submission to this situation had brought me to a climax. I had forgotten that I was “working” and just let myself go. The girl removed herself from my face and stood behind her man. I could see the face of the man fucking me and that he was wearing a condom. She rubbed his back, murmuring encouragement as he pumped in and out of me. Meanwhile, the two women played with my tender nipples and kissed my hands. He came to a noisy climax, collapsing over me. His girlfriend quickly reclaimed him and led him away. The women who had held me captive stood up. As I caught my breath I could see an even larger audience had been entertained.

I felt more like a wanton slut than an experienced professional. I had to look for Tom before more people made use of me. I felt that I had already given more than my money’s worth and I did not want to get carried away again. I passed one booth and saw my French auto executive vigorously penetrating a leggy blonde. She was bent over, almost touching her toes, swinging her ponytail back and forth for effect with each thrust. He saw me and acknowledged me without breaking his stride. I smiled back, not feeling jealous, just amused and walked on. I found Tom, who listened to my story with a little envy for the events he had missed. We decided that it was time to leave our adventure behind. It was almost 4am by the time we returned to the hotel. Despite not wanting to make this sort of event a regular occurrence I did visit Les Chandelles a few months later. But that is a different story.